Nature's Exalted Echo

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

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Ambling through a woodland glade

As silent as repose

When nighttime phantoms start to fade

A cautious zephyr blows.

Wild things dwelling in the dale

Serenely start to wake.

All around within the vale

The dawn begins to break.

The morning comes to all who wait,

It's certain to appear;

The otter whistles to his mate

As she is dabbling near.

Nature's voices fill the air,

Sounds of every kind,

Come and go from everywhere

As dayspring bays unwind.

But if you trespass this way, by

Nigh this time of day

You will hear it, if you try,

Not too far away.

The breeze will resonate and ring

Resounding, so sublime.

Reverberating tones that sing,

It happens every time.

To witness this recital now

Played out by nature's good;

To listen and to notice how

It rebounds through the wood;

Take note! take note! remember

This echo as it strays;

And pray this late September

Will be with you all your days.

                   ASJ